Why must life be a purpose driven?
Gas seems to be too high for a ride
Let us instead stand tall on two feet and wander
In the forest that is unknown
Simply plant a seed that's named dream
Keep it under close watch and soon see how it has grown
Once a tall tree or small shrub, still rename it success
After its matured move on out of that grassy mess
Out of the forest and onto a new path to find
Found when afterlife clears the mind.
Shane D. Nelson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-s-short-journey/
